Take, and give back, affairs, and their dispatch,
With fuch a smooth, difcreet, and ftable bearing,
As, I perceive, she does: there's fomething in't,
That is deceivable. But here the lady comes.
Enter OLIVIA, and a Prieft.

OLI. Blame not this hafte of mine: If you mean well, Now go with me, and with this holy man, Into the chantry by : there, before him, And underneath that confecrated roof, Plight me the full affurance of your faith; That my moft jealous and too doubtful foul May live at peace: He fhall conceal it, Whiles you are willing it fhall come to note; What time we will our celebration keep According to my birth. What do you say? SEB. I'll follow this good man, and go with you; And, having fworn truth, ever will be true. [fo fhine, OLI. Then lead the way, good father;-And heavens That they may fairly note this act of mine!

ACT V.

SCENE, before Olivia's Houfe.
Enter Clown, and FABIAN.

[Exeunt.

FAB. Now, as thou lov'ft me, let me fee this letter. Clo. Good Mr. Fabian, grant me another request. FAB. Any thing.

Clo. Do not desire to fee this † letter.

FAB. This is, to give a dog, and, in recompence, desire my dog again.

Enter Duke, VIOLA, and Attendants.

VOL. IV.

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Duk. Belong you to the lady Olivia, friends? Clo. Ay, fir; we are some of her trappings. [low. Duk. I know thee well; How doft thou, my good felClo. Truly, fir, the better for my foes, and the worse for my friends.

Duk. Juft the contrary; the better for thy friends. Clo. No, fir, the worse.

Duk. How can that be?

Clo. Marry, fir, they praise me, and make an afs of me; now my foes tell me plainly, I am an ass: fo that by my foes, fir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by my friends I am abused: fo that, conclusions to be as kiffes, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why, then the worfe for my friends, and the better for my foes.

Duk. Why, this is excellent.

Clo. By my troth, fir, no; though it please you to be one of my friends.

Duk. Thou shalt not be the worfe for me; there's gold. Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, fir, I would could make it another.

you

Duk. O, you give me ill counfel.

Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, fir, for this once, and let your flesh and blood obey it.

Duk. Well, I will be so much a finner, to be a doubledealer; there's another.

Clo. Primo, fecundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old faying is, the third pays for all: the triplex, fir, is a good tripping measure; or the bells of faint Bennet, fir, may put you in mind, One, two, three.

Duk. You can fool no more money out of me at this throw if you will let your lady know, I am here to

speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further.

Clo. Marry, fir, lullaby to your bounty, 'till I come again. I go, fir; but I would not have you to think, that my desire of having is the fin of covetoufness: but, as you fay, fir, let your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit Clown. Enter ANTONIO, and Officers. V10. Here comes the man, fir, that did rescue me. Duk. That face of his I do remember well;

Yet, when I faw it laft, it was befmear'd,
As black as Vulcan, in the fmoke of war:
A baubling veffel was he captain of,
For fhallow draught, and bulk, unprizable;
With which fuch fcathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,

That very envy, and the tongue of lofs,
Cry'd fame and honour on him.

1.0. Orfino, this is that Antonio,

What's the matter?

That took the Phoenix, and her fraught, from Candy; And this is he that did the Tiger board,

When your young nephew Titus loft his leg:

Here in the streets, defp'rate of fhame, and state,

In private brabble did we apprehend him.

V10. He fhew'd me kindness, fir; drew on my fide
But, in conclusion, put ftrange fpeech upon me,
I know not what 'twas, but diftraction.

Duk. Notable pyrate, thou falt-water thief,
What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
Whom thou, in terms fo bloody, and fo dear,
Haft made thine enemies?

ANT. Orfino, noble fir,

Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you give me ;
Antonio never yet was thief, or pyrate,

Though, I confefs, on base and ground enough,
Orfino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
That moft ingrateful boy there, by your fide,
From the rule fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck paft hope he was:
His life I gave him; and did thereto add
My love, without retention, or restraint,
All his in dedication: for his fake
Did I expose myself, pure for his love,
Into the danger of this adverse town:
Drew to defend him, when he was befet:
Where being apprehended, his falfe cunning
(Not meaning to partake with me in danger)
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
And grew a twenty-years-removed thing,
While one would wink; deny'd me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his ufe

Not half an hour before.

V10. How can this be?

Duk. When came he to this town?

ANT. To-day, my lord; and, for three months before, (No interim, not a minute's vacancy)

Both day and night did we keep company.

Enter OLIVIA, and Attendants.

[earth.

Duk. Here comes the countefs; now heaven walks on But for thee, fellow, fellow, thy words are madness : Three months this youth hath tended upon me; But more of that anon. -Take him afide.

O11. What would my lord, but that he may not have, Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable ? —

Cesario, you do not keep promise with me.

V10. Madam ?

Duk. Gracious Olivia,

OLI. What do you fay, Cesario? — Good

my lord,

V10. My lord would speak, my duty hufhes me.
OLI. If it be ought to the old tune, my lord,
It is as flat and fulfome to mine ear,
As howling after musick.

Duk. Still, till fo cruel?

O11. Still fo conftant, lord.

Duk. What, to perverfenefs? you uncivil lady,
To whose ingrate and unaufpicious altars

My foul the faithfull'ft off'rings hath breath'd out,
That e'er devotion tender'd! What fhall I do?

[him.

OLI. Even what it please my lord, that shall become
Duk. Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
Like to the Egyptian thief, at point of death,
Kill what I love; a favage jealousy,

That sometime favours nobly? Bat hear me this:
Since you to non-regardance caft my faith,
And that I partly know the inftrument

That fcrews me from my true place in your favour,
Live you, the marble-breafted tyrant, ftill;
But this your minion, whom, I know, you love,
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he fits crowned in his mafter's fpight.

Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mifchief:
I'll facrifice the lamb that I do love.

To fpite a raven's heart within a dove,

Vio. And I, moft jocund, apt, and willingly,

[going.

To do you reft, a thousand deaths would dye. [following.

7 fat 13 have breath'd